Author's note: Scene from Danger At Ocean Deep, Parker's POV. From my research, what Americans call ale, the British call beer; what Yanks call beer, the Brits call lager.
Prompt 3, Ale
At first he couldn't understand the fuss. It ain't beer, he thought as he poured it, it's too thin. How strong can it be? Why, I can down four pints at my local and not get plastered. Yet now his head was swimming and his speech was slurred. I've only had a couple!
His compatriot lifted his tankard of champagne, saying, "A toast, Parker, to Lady Penny-lope Creighton-Ward."
Penny-lope? Bloody twit! I'll have a sharp word with him later... maybe more. He lifted his own glass, slurring, "A toast, Stephens! A toast to one of England's fairest – hic! - roses."